This is HEAVILY inspired by Ghost of Chicago by Noah Floersch. It's also really bad but idgaf if you like it or not, just read 🥰
I was never looking for her. I can promise you that. I was perfectly fine alone. I was ok without her. I was ok without being near her.
Then I found her and it was like she was everywhere. I swear I saw her stare. Even while I drink my morning coffee I can see her glaring at me. Yes, even there, I see her stare.
I saw her once again beside the fountain looking at the people there. She tries to hide it but it's awfully clear. Did she...see me stare?
I'd call her my Ghost of Chicago, for she's lost somehow. They say she's getting married tomorrow, so I feel like I'm going down. Does she not hear the way my heart beats when I'm near her or the stares I give her everywhere? I swear one more moment and I really might as well be dead.
It's like she's haunting me. And while I'm honored to be haunted by the likes of she, I wish she'd leave me...alone.
Yes I've decided she's the Ghost of Chicago. She's got lost somehow, and now she gets married tomorrow? I really will go down.
Saw her standing on the bridge the day before the wedding I swear. Yes I saw her on the water and I called to her, my Clementine.
But she couldn't hear a word and jumped before I could reach her and it hurt my dear. I can't feel her near...anymore.
So now she really is the Ghost of Chicago, and now I'm lost somehow. She gets buried tomorrow, so I'll be going down. All in all I think I'm fallin' into love with afterlife, wish she could still be my wife.
Oh my Ghost of Chicago, I'm still lost somehow. I'll be dead by tomorrow, so they'll be coming down.
My love, Chicago (Chicago).
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Stories of Songs
RandomYes I WILL be continuing the series where I HEAVILY make fun of Y/N stories, but I thought I'd do something new. So these are like "oneshots" of stories I wrote based off of songs. So um yeah, they're really similar to the songs, and they're also ho...
